Judith Took A Deep Breath.

Daydreams Were Dangerous Because They Made Her Wish For Things She Could Never Have.

She Couldn't Believe What She Did Then. Before She Could Stop Herself, She Leaned Up On Tiptoes, Put Her Arms Around His Neck, And Kissed Him On The Mouth. Her Lips Brushed Over His For The Barest Of Seconds, But It Was Still A Kiss, And When She Came To Her Senses And Dared To Pull Away And Look At Him, He Had The Most Curious Expression On His Face. Brodick Knew She Regretted Her Sponatenity, But As He Stared Into Her Brilliant Green Eyes, He Also Knew, With A Certainty That Shook Him To The Core, That His Life Had Just Been Irrevocably Changed By This Mere Slip Of A Woman.

In A Low Whisper She Was Certain Only Her Friend Could Hear, She Said, "i Specifically Remember We Both Promised Never To Drink From Any Man's Goblet Of Wine. From The Looks Of You, Frances Catherine, I'm Thinking You Broke Your Word.

Someday, My Love, You're Going To Understand Just How Much I Care For You. You're My Light, My Warmth, My Other Half. I Only Feel Alive When I'm With You. I Love You." Caine

If You Get Yourself Killed, I'll Find Your Grave And Spit On It," She Threatened.